The Escort (6 page)

“Yes, you are.”
He laughed and leaned against her lightly before tracing the apple
of her cheek with one rough finger. “You’re practically
glowing.”

She sighed. “I
hate how pale I am. It’s awful.”

He shook his
head immediately. “I like your pale skin. It turns the most
beautiful shade of pink whenever I touch you.”

She swallowed
thickly as he traced his finger down her throat and across the soft
skin of her upper chest. “I wonder just how far down your blush
goes.”

He traced the
top edge of her dress and she moaned softly in response. He eased
her sweater off of her shoulders and tugged the strap of her dress
and her bra down her arm before leaning forward and placing a warm,
wet kiss on her shoulder. She gasped and clutched at his arms as he
trailed a path of kisses across her shoulder and up her neck.

Every spot his
mouth touched was lit up by a deep, smoldering fire and she
twitched against him as his mouth reached her ear. He sucked
lightly on the lobe and she moaned again as he whispered, “Your
skin is so soft, Julie. I can’t resist touching you.”

His voice had
deepened with something her mind didn’t understand but her body
reacted instantly to it. She could feel moisture gathering between
her legs and her nipples were hard buttons against her bra. She
squeezed her thighs together and whimpered softly when he stroked
her collarbone with the tips of his fingers.

She didn’t
object when he pulled her sweater off completely and pushed her
gently on to her back. He leaned over her and kissed her again,
stroking her lips with his tongue. She opened them and he pushed
his tongue into her mouth. She wrapped her arms around his broad
shoulders and kissed him back.

She had kissed
boys before, a few stolen kisses as a teenager here and there, but
she had never been kissed like this. He took control, coaxing and
teasing her mouth with his lips and tongue until she was thrusting
her hips against him mindlessly.

A loud boom
shook the ground as he dipped his head and kissed her neck, and the
sky lit up in an explosion of blue light.

“Court,” she
moaned, “the fireworks have started.”

“Right.” He
whispered. He didn’t lift his head, and she stared sightlessly at
the lights exploding across the sky as he licked and sucked her
soft skin.

When his warm
hand cupped her breast she cried out and arched her back. His thumb
searched for her nipple, finding the hard pebble easily against the
fabric of her dress, and he rubbed it firmly.

“Ohhhh…” She
sighed as he kneaded and rubbed first one breast and then the
other.

He kissed her
again, his tongue thrusting into her mouth as he pushed his thigh
between hers. She spread her legs willingly, squeezing them around
his hard leg. When he rubbed his thigh against her hot core, she
moaned and thrust her pelvis at him.

He groaned
against her mouth and his hand tightened around her breast.
Hesitantly she reached down and slid her hands under his t-shirt.
His skin was hot and he made another loud groan when she traced her
fingers across his rock-hard abs.

She wanted to
see his chest, wanted to see the warm flesh she was tracing, and
she pulled timidly at the hem of his shirt. Despite the cool air,
he immediately pulled his shirt off and tossed it to the side. She
stared at his chest and slowly traced her fingers through the dark
hair.

He inhaled
sharply and she squeaked in surprise when he pulled her into a
sitting position. He pulled down the zipper on her dress and
reached for the clasp of her bra as her fingers pressed tightly
into his chest.

“Court, I –
“

“I need to see
them, Julie.” He murmured. “I need to see your breasts. Please,
darlin’.”

She bit at her
lip and then gave a quick, short nod. She was feeling shy and
uncertain but this was what she had hired Court for. He undid the
clasp with a practiced flick and pulled her bra straps and dress
straps down off of her arms. She reached to clutch the bodice of
her dress to her chest but his hands beat her to it and with a
quick tug he pulled the material to her waist.

She
automatically crossed her arms over her naked breasts,
embarrassment flooding through her, and he took her arms and tugged
them down.

“No, darlin’. I
want to see you.”

She closed her
eyes, afraid to see the look on his face, and after a moment he
touched her face. “Open your eyes, Julie.”

Her eyelids
fluttered open and she stared mutely at him.

“You’re so
beautiful. Do you hear me?” He caressed her cheek with his
fingers.

“I’m not.” She
whispered.

“You are.” He
insisted. His gaze dropped to her naked breasts. They were ripe and
full with pale pink nipples that were hard and begging for his
mouth. He groaned and abruptly pushed her on to her back.

“Court, what –
oh my God!” She cried out with pleasure when his hot, wet mouth
closed around her nipple.

“Oh!” She cried
again as he sucked firmly on her nipple before tracing the tip with
his tongue. Her hands clung to the blanket beneath her for a moment
before she reached up and threaded her fingers into his thick hair.
She clutched at his head as he laved at her nipple. Small
breathless cries escaped from her mouth as she twisted beneath
him.

He slid his
hand up under her dress and trailed his fingers along her thigh.
His fingers touched the waistband of her panties and then his hand
was slipping under them and cupping her warm pussy.

She gave him a
wide-eyed look of desire mixed with uncertainty, and he stroked the
soft hair at the apex of her thighs before sliding his finger
between the lips of her pussy. Her clit was swollen and hard and he
rubbed it gently, watching her face.

“Such a wet
little pussy.” He whispered. “I love how wet you are, Julie.”

“Oh my God.”
She moaned and arched her hips against Court’s hand. He dropped his
mouth to hers and she kissed him frantically as his fingers stroked
and caressed her throbbing clit.

She panted and
moaned, her hips rising and falling with the touch of his fingers.
The muscles in her pelvis were tightening to a fevered pitch, and
she gave him another of those wide-eyed looks as he smiled down at
her.

“Court, it
feels – I mean, I don’t know what’s happening. Please!” She
suddenly cried.

He rubbed
harder, his fingers dancing over her clit until she thought she
would go mad. Sparks of pure pleasure were running up and down her
legs, and she moved them restlessly as her hands clutched at his
hard biceps.

“Relax and let
it happen, darlin’.” He murmured into her ear.

She didn’t
reply. She was beyond speech, beyond the ability to even think
clearly, and she moaned and writhed and bucked beneath him as he
dipped his head and sucked on one tight nipple. She stiffened
beneath him, her pelvis lifting off the blanket as she gave a loud
cry of pleasure and came all over his hand.

She collapsed
against the blanket, panting loudly and staring at the fireworks
flashing across the sky as Court kissed her lightly on the
mouth.

“You okay,
darlin’?” He asked.

She nodded,
still panting loudly, and gave him an odd look of
embarrassment.

“I’m sorry.”
She whispered.

“Sorry?” He
frowned at her. “For what?”

“I – I don’t
know.” She murmured. “For being so um -”

She didn’t know
what to say, she was already feeling embarrassed about her lack of
control, of her absolutely wanton behaviour with him, but she
didn’t know how to express it.

“For being so
loud.” She finished lamely.

He grinned and
kissed the tip of her nose. “I like loud. It lets me know I’m doing
something right.”

She blushed and
watched as he grimaced and tugged at the front of his jeans.
Another wave of embarrassment went through her. She had been so
focused on what he was doing to her that she hadn’t even thought of
his need.

Feeling unsure
about what she was supposed to do, she reached down and placed her
hand on the bulge she could see at the front of his jeans. His
breath hissed out between his teeth and giving him a nervous smile,
she rubbed it firmly.

He groaned and
arched his body into her hand as his eyes closed and his hand came
up to cup her breast. She was surprised to feel a new pulse of
pleasure grow in her belly at the feel of his erection and the
obvious need on his face.

She continued
to rub, feeling nervous but determined to make him feel as good as
he had made her. He groaned, louder this time, and pinched her
swollen nipple. She gasped and reached for his belt.

“Jesus, Julie.”
He muttered and jerked against her. “You have no idea what you do
to me.”

“I’m sorry.”
She whispered, her hand stilling on his belt buckle.

He shook his
head. “You have nothing to be sorry about but we should probably
get going.”

He sat up and
pulled his t-shirt on before helping her into her bra and dress.
Her face bright red, she stared at the ground as he tugged her to
her feet and neatly folded the blankets. The air was cold and away
from his warm body, she was beginning to shake.

Court tucked
the blanket under his arm and held out his hand to Julie.
“Ready?”

She nodded and
he frowned at the look on her face. “Julie? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s
wrong.” She said quickly.

He pulled her
into his embrace and stroked her hair. “Yes, there is. Tell
me.”

She stared at
his chest. “I thought we were going to – I mean, you didn’t
even…”

She trailed off
and stared miserably up at him. “Did I do something wrong when I
was – was touching you?”

He shook his
head and kissed her lightly on the mouth. “No, not at all. It’s
just that it’s getting colder and we’re out in the open. I don’t
want your first time to be outdoors on a blanket with the
possibility of someone stumbling upon us.”

“Are you sure
it wasn’t something I did?”

“Positive.” He
kissed her again. “I liked everything you did to me, Julie.”

She smiled and
he took her hand. “Come on, let’s get you home before you freeze to
death.”

Chapter 6

Julie stared at
the front of her dark house. She didn’t want to go alone into that
giant, empty house filled with nothing but memories of her father
belittling her. What she wanted was to bring Court with her, to
take him to her bed and have him touch her and bring her the same
pleasure he had brought her earlier.

She was thirty
years old and she’d just had her very first orgasm. She knew that
other women in their teens and twenties had experimented with their
bodies, using their own touch to find pleasure, but she never had.
She had been too afraid her father would hear her. Afraid that he
would somehow know what she was doing and ridicule her even
further. That he would use it as further proof that she would be
alone forever.

Now, only half
an hour after her first sweet taste of pleasure, she was craving it
again. Her core –
pussy
, she thought,
let’s not be coy,
it’s your pussy
– was aching and throbbing and she was acutely
aware of Court’s scent, of his overwhelming, thoroughly
intoxicating maleness, and she wanted him desperately.

Taking a deep
breath, she turned to face him. “Would you like to come in? I could
make you coffee or…something.”

He glanced at
his watch. “I’d better not, Julie. It’s getting pretty late.”

Her stomach
dropped and she nodded. “Right, of course. Good night, Court. Thank
you, I had a lovely time.”

Her face
burning, she reached for the door handle. Faintly, she could hear
Court cursing and then he was sliding across the seat and pulling
her into his arms. He kissed her firmly, his tongue sliding into
her mouth and cutting off her protest.

After a few
heady moments, he pulled back. He was panting lightly and his eyes
were dark with need. “You really don’t understand how badly I want
to come into your house with you, Julie. How badly I want to carry
you to your bed, strip your clothes off and sink my cock deep into
your warm, tight pussy.”

Her breath
rushed out of her in a trembling sigh and she stared at him. She
had never been so turned on in her life, and she wondered if he
would find it strange if she asked him to repeat his words.

He sighed
harshly and rested his forehead on hers as she stroked his back. “I
want that too, Court. So come inside with me.”

“You promised
me two dates, remember?” He replied. “Next time, I’ll come in.”

“Do you
promise?” She whispered.

He nodded.
“Yes. Now,” he kissed her again, a sweet and gentle one that sent
shivers down her spine, “you’d better go before I change my
mind.”

“Alright. Good
night, Court.”

“Good night,
Julie.”

* * *

“So? How did it
go? Did you convince the sweet little virgin to keep her legs
closed?”

Cal was sitting
on his couch, drinking a beer and eating a sandwich, when Court let
himself into his apartment.

“Why are you
eating my food?” He dropped his keys on the side table and pulled
his boots off before collapsing on the couch next to his
brother.

Cal shrugged.
“I was hungry and I didn’t have any food at my place. So – did you
convince her?”

Court flicked
the TV on and stared at the screen. At the start of the date he’d
had every intention of convincing Julie that she didn’t want to
lose her virginity to him. But that was before he had kissed her.
Before he had tasted the sweetness of her lips and heard her husky
moans of need. He had lost control tonight and when Julie had
invited him in, he had come very close to just saying ‘fuck it’ and
joining her in her bed.